I'm doing shopping in the original

Whether it is speech or writing, it is for communication at the beginning.

Sweet talk is just one of the branches. Yan has lived in the tribe for many years, and the journey has been a little twists and turns. Love and love have never been experienced in decades. He can easily handle bows and arrows, and even kill people. But for How to repay one's feelings is actually zero experience value.

There is love in this world, but there is no such fixed concept of marriage as later generations. There is no need to talk about how good it is, how special it is, as long as a man is willing to give a piece of his little food to a woman, a woman is willing. To have a child with him is so simple and decisive that it is jaw-dropping.

Just like Jin, just for a new sprout after autumn, just for a piece of fat between her lips and teeth, she willingly swallowed this sweet taste that she couldn't figure out, and immediately changed her attitude towards Zhuang.

Cannibalism, integrity, and morality are all the shackles that later generations will impose on themselves. These days, even if Sumire has a child with someone else in the second year, it's not considered she is an affair, and she is free enough to be embarrassing.

People have possessive desires, my so-and-so, my girlfriend, my wife, my husband...

Man creates laws to protect this reasonable occupation, and makes this occupation a breeding ground for evil and lust.

In this era, men can have more women not because of power, not because of any charisma, but because men are one of the necessities of reproduction, and they die too fast, so those women are not equal to belong to, once there are better When the choice appears, they will choose a better existence.

Primitive people's love comes from reproduction, and only emotions based on reproduction have value. Their more obvious feelings will be divided into definite friendships or even family ties, but they lack creativity in love.

Yan Tai is too familiar with modern emotional routines, so she is sure that as long as Wu Luo does not speak, it means that their ambiguous relationship will always remain in the current state, and it cannot be said to be firm, especially without any external constraints. People take the initiative to maintain it, otherwise it is basically like a flame falling into the water. It is still a bit loud when it goes out with a puff, and the most fearful thing is that it will disappear without a sound.

However, Yan is too accustomed to the way of courtship in this world. He thinks that he can express enough sincerity, reveal his heart, and earnestly have an intimate and not urgent contact with the other party, just like every animal will do when courting in spring. Charm, knowing that according to the intelligence of the other party, you will be able to understand your intentions.

There is no omission, but it is a pity that one thing was missed.

Confession, whether it is the past or the future, must be made clear.

It's like the matchmaker is getting married, but there is still a matchmaker's words.

I like you.

These four words are so vulgar that novels don’t bother to use them again. I can’t wait to add "love" to fill it up and fill its meaning. It’s so heartbreaking that I have to use substitutes for death, substitutes, running with the ball, and all kinds of things. The bloody plot is used to increase the tension of the plot, as if this is not enough to express the sincerity of emotion.

Uro didn't intend to play so many tricks, as he himself said, he is already old, if he wants to be ambiguous, then he should be ambiguous; if he wants to be sincere, he can just explain it directly and frankly.

It's a pity that Yan couldn't comprehend it for a while, and Wu Luo had the patience to wait for him to understand. However, the clever wizard was dizzy at the moment because of the almost scorched sugar taste. What I said, I regretted it so much that my intestines turned green.

Looking at Yan Xiaowang's innocent face, it's hard to swallow the words again.

"What do you mean by confession?" Yan Xiaowang blinked his innocent big eyes, holding a bouquet of blooming cotton in his hand, he tilted his head, looking so cute and cute, but the question he asked was not so cute , "Does it mean to do something before we get together?"

Wu Luo vaguely felt that this topic was about to be forced into a state of being unable to pass the trial, and he couldn't suppress his curiosity. After pondering for a while, he asked, "What do you mean?"

The prisoner working next to him listened to several "what do you mean" and felt that his mind was full of "meanings".

"In the spring of the Qikuan tribe, many people would fight and grab meat." Yan Xiaowang tilted his head and thought for a while, then said simply, "I went there with my father once, and he said it was to show strength, and you want your father too." Show strength?"

Yan Xiaowang didn't understand the meaning of "confession", but he grasped the essence of the word.

Of course, the spring of the Qikuan Tribe is not so civilized. When there are more people, there will be more fights. Some men will fight to solve it, but once a woman prefers another man who is defeated in the battle—they also have the right to speak, or even more, Then the man has to prove his strength to the winner, that is hunting, and the prey will become new food.

Spring is indeed very important to reproduction, but it doesn’t mean you have to do it all the time. Otherwise, few people can stand up and walk by the end of the day. Hunting is also a part of spring gatherings, showing strength and masculinity.

"That's called Xiapin." Wu Luo couldn't suppress the prehistoric power of complaining, and finally stopped talking, and couldn't help pinching Yan Xiaowang's fleshy little face, "But speaking of it, if others don't care, I can still I understand, why do you want me to be with your father so much, do you know what that means?"

Yan Xiaowang's speech leaked out, hissing, "Together, why not, why are you so stupid? I didn't understand why we still have to be together."

"Hmph, you're thinking too shallowly, but it's really good for you. If you have a male stepmother, at least you don't have to worry about the new stepmother giving birth to a child, although your father doesn't look like this People, but it's hard to talk about a creature like a man, and you are not related by blood, and your mother is obviously not the first love, so it may not be affectionate to divide the family property in the future."

Uro was addicted to eight o'clock and couldn't extricate himself. He pondered for a moment and said, "Personally speaking, it's hard for me to say whether I would care more about my son who is related to me. Worse, when I think about it this way, it seems that I am not only There is an accident in the house, there is no possibility of incense, it is really desperate, maybe I will rely on you, my stepson, in the future."

The word Juehu is vicious for others, but it is quite easy for oneself.

But the passage was too long, Yan Xiaowang couldn't understand it at all, so he looked at him in a daze and asked, "Speak slowly."

"If you don't understand, what's the use of speaking slowly." Uro said angrily, "Come on, go do your work, and I'm still waiting for Yan's dark dessert at night."

Some fruits will become delicious when rolled into soup, and some will be pantothenic acid. Many rotten fruits will turn into jelly after heating. These are discovered by Yan when cooking.The more food is piled up, the fruits will ripen each other, and many of them will rot faster. A large number of fruits are ripe, and Yan is not willing to waste them, so he mixes them with water, trying to add sweet honey to neutralize the heat. sour taste.

The taste can't be said to be good, but it is much milder than the sweetness after overripe, and the demand for the amount of honey is not large, so Yan began to think about it.

I just made a honey-wrapped plum before—it is a small purple fruit that tastes very sour, so sour that people can cry, it looks like a black grape-colored blueberry, but it tastes like a tea The moment when the screaming sugar just entered the mouth.

It is very appetizing, but it also tastes very hurtful to the stomach, tastes sour and astringent, and is mainly used to treat irregular menstruation.

The reason why Wuluo knew the efficacy of this kind of plum was because Yan and the others said it was medicine quite frankly when they picked it back.

And Yanhui came up with the idea of ​​wrapping plums in honey, and it was because she was so sour that her teeth felt cold, so she wanted to dip it in honey. Ever since she got used to drinking hot water, she wanted to make everything hot, so the crystal clear Thus was born the Honey Plum.

Among the countless experimental products that Wu Luo has tasted, only honey plum can be regarded as a kind of snack, and the others cannot be said to be failures, but can only be said to be necessary for survival.

However, Yan Xiaowang was very supportive, as his eyes lit up like the headlights of a car, it can be seen that snacks are a high-end thing for the naughty Wuluo, but for children, the world's There is still too little food, and there are not many chefs as creative as Yan.

"Hey, if your father was a woman, I guess he would have succumbed immediately at the first sight." Wu Luo frowned and pinched Yan Xiaowang's cheek, sighed, and couldn't help but burst into tears, "It's not like now, try to grasp a little The initiative has to be bitten several times, and it takes a lot of courage for me to associate with your father."

Yan Xiaowang sniffled, puzzled, "A woman?"

It was difficult for him to put the word daddy together. After a detailed search for a moment, a light bulb lit up in his head, "Are you going to have a baby?"

"If you give birth." Uro stared at him sympathetically, with a smile on his face, and replied in a soft voice in the form of a complete stepmother, "The matter between your father and me is really over, who are you?" Just because I'm not bisexual, just because I can tolerate you doesn't mean I can tolerate a little brat. Boy, I'm in my thirties and I'm in the golden age of men, not eighty and nine."

Yan Xiaowang couldn't understand at all. He blinked his eyes, but he sensed Wu Luo's bad mood as keenly as a small animal, so he moved his ears, struggled timidly out of the hands of "stepmother (dad?)", and decided to do it. live.

Work is what makes you happy.

Wu Luo stared at Yan Xiaowang's back calmly, he looked very much like the big villain in the work, the kind of careerist who tried to plot a rebellion, then glanced at the prisoner, and scolded, "What are you looking at, you don't know how to work! "

The other party shivered, and immediately put his head down to work hard, so as not to have nothing to eat at night.

People are such a pragmatic existence, just like women will never trust a man who is about to marry without giving anything, unless he is addicted to love and cannot extricate himself, or has shared joys and sorrows for many years.Putting aside the intangible additional conditions of reproduction on women, Wu Luo doesn't need Yan to give him a car and a house to raise a child for the future, and the next best thing, all he needs is a honest confession.

Not very greedy, that's why he bullied Yan with bad intentions, and never gave any hints.

I hope that the little fat man had better not tell the truth, otherwise it would be boring.

And Yan, who took a Coke to take advantage of the future object's two yuan and fifty cents, didn't realize that in the past 10 minutes, his son had a very unfavorable encounter with the future object, which may indirectly or directly lead to Their ambiguous life died on the spot, and he was still shaking the Coke in his hand seriously until the aluminum can in his hand was about to become a small dick.

Mo was still practicing bow and arrow without saying a word.

If you want to preach, Yan has a lot of things to say in his stomach, let alone Wu Luo, that bold, thick-skinned and careful witch has about zero force value, but he is basically at the full level of civil service, and he gave birth to a Lianhua Tongue, I have dealt with ghosts and spirits a lot in the business field, so it's easy to bully little monsters like Mo and Hu Po.

So he didn't want to talk about any big truths at all, and it didn't fit his personality.

"silent."

Yan stood behind and called him, but the other person turned his head angrily, his face didn't move at all, but his eyes were burning with anger. The blood that day was not only Yan's contempt for the enemy, but also his contempt for them. It's enough for a few heartless men to go there, but to Mo, it's like a fishbone swallowed alive, stuck in the internal organs and festering.

When Amber punished the captives who made trouble before, Mo was the most ruthless. He almost killed a man, but was scolded by Amber. The female leader didn't beat him again, but realized the problem.

That slap failed to smother Mo's anger, but set it on fire.

She didn't have the energy to continue to solve the problem, but she learned how to use people without a teacher, and found Shang Yan.

A leader doesn't need to care about everyone like a psychiatrist, or even understand their thoughts, he or she just needs to make sure everyone is in the right place and will not delay work.

Amber is not unaware of Mo's changes, but she still can't understand her own changes, let alone understand another individual who is completely different from her.Self-esteem and the desire for strength were planted in Mo's body through killing in an instant. He was not completely swallowed by the killing intent that could not be vented, but he began to hate this self who was also afraid of Yan.

Repression becomes anger.

Yan Xinran accepted the task. The psychiatrist is also a doctor. Since he joined the tribe, he took over the job of medical treatment. Of course, from body to mind, including helping people shape the three views, it can become one of the services.

"What?" Mo Leng and unwillingly answered him. This man is like the source of nightmares. Not everyone can maintain such an attitude when they see the person they are most afraid of. gone.

Yan held a strange thing in his hand, it looked completely closed, with red patterns and weird shapes, which made Mo a little curious.

The wizard would often bring out some weird things, usually food, and the previous plane—I don’t remember if it was called that.

Of course, he didn't think that Yan would be so kind as to deliver the food, so he took it for granted that it was a new medicine, and explained, "I'm not injured."

"I know." Yan said unhurriedly, the injured captives were basically sent to the medical room, including the one who was almost beaten to death by Mo Mo before, and became Yan Xiaowang's first human experimenter. It would be a bit offensive, after all, the other party is still alive, even if he is dying now, and he will have to be disabled for the rest of his life, but it doesn't matter, who told him to provoke first.

It's just that Mo's increased workload for him and the setbacks in love really made Yan a little upset.

Especially today the other witch is still pretending to be deaf and dumb, pretending not to understand his hints.

"Snapped--"

Following the moment when the bottle cap was pulled open, there was a slight "chirp" sound after the deflation, following the sound and having a disturbed conscience, Green Tea, who was about to return to the battlefield, had a pale face when he saw that gaudy new thing sprayed out This kind of snowflake, which has never been seen before, is like a long, long yellow cotton wool, but it disappears all of a sudden, and Mo Mo makes a dull cry.

Of course, the Coke wasn't sprayed on Mo's eyes, but it hurt enough to spray on his face and neck.

This was of course an attack, so Mo was enraged all of a sudden and succeeded. He pounced on him with red eyes, Yan was still putting down the Coke leisurely, and as soon as he turned around, Mo Pang was beaten up.

Green tea couldn't describe the crushing scene. Due to the excessive violence, he wished he could pass out halfway through the crowd, but he couldn't pass out until the end of the fight, so he had to watch Yan take the meeting in a leisurely manner. The strange thing spraying snowflakes got up, the strange thing was that the thing was so arrogant, but now it was terribly obedient in Yan's hands.

"I'm just here to provoke." Yan calmly patted his clothes, feeling a little embarrassed about the sticky coke juice in his hand, decided to give up this provocative technique in the future, and said very plainly, "I understand the difference between you and me ?"

Even Green Tea, who doesn't know what self-esteem is at all, feels a surge of anger at this moment, but when the other party glances over, he carefully strangles the anger to death.

Mo lay on the ground without moving.

Green Tea ran over to shake him and said, "Mo, are you okay?"

Private fighting is strictly prohibited in the tribe, but in the current situation it is hard to say whose fault it is, after all, the party that fights first is at fault, and no one has ever used a method like spraying snowflakes, green tea Scratching his head, according to his IQ, he couldn't figure out who it should be.

Mo Mo didn't speak, and stood next to him as if he was dead. He felt a hot dull pain all over his body. The fear that had been completely crushed before surged out of his bones again, and he felt an inexplicable sense of comfort.

He didn't know why he felt so happy when he was beaten.

"Not dead." Mo replied to the green tea stiffly. The brown liquid that slid down from the tip of his nose was a bit like medicine. He touched it with his hands and tried it with his tongue. It tasted very sweet, "What is this?"

Green Tea shook her head honestly, and was worried again, "I don't know, Mo, if he hits you today, will he hit me tomorrow?"

"No." Mo looked at the green tea, shook his head but didn't give a reason. He had a vague idea in his mind that he was a beast, and green tea and the others were animals—there was nothing like the men who only wanted to protect the tribe. The food is different, he really craves and enjoys the struggle.

gap--

Mo wiped his face, he wondered, "What's the gap?"

From the experience of Mo and Amber, we can see how much time people will spend and waste to verify what kind of person they are after eating and drinking, and then wait for future generations to have enough information to classify and label themselves.

However, at this moment, this moment, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the awakening of human beings.

It's a pity that such a shocking occasion should be recorded in the history of literature even if it is not recorded in history. The only thing I witnessed was green tea who was worried that he would be beaten.

Yan stepped on the thin snowflakes to go home and wash his hands, his face was a little uneasy. He drank some Coke on the way, and was almost poisoned by carbon dioxide. I don't understand where the fun of carbonated drinks comes from, and I feel nauseous at the long aftertaste of sweetness.

His indifferent face almost frightened A Cai, who was carrying the freshly cut wheat to the pottery house to pound rice. The girl hurried away, and was so frightened that she almost lost her way.

When Yan found Amber, the other party was patiently putting together balls of cotton with several women in her hut. There were no broken shells in the cotton, and it was fluffy enough without flicking the cotton. She pulled the cotton Kai, focus on two tasks, and still have the spare energy to discuss with Chen the calendar hanging on the wall.

Everything will be much easier when he has power. Amber deliberately spared enough animal skins for him to record the differences in time. They patiently traced the traces left by the past year, and painted the specialness of each day. into a simple pattern.

"Amber." Yan leaned against the door. He didn't like such a small and empty space, so he didn't intend to go in as a guest. What's more, there was no place for him to stay inside, and it was full of cotton and people, " What you asked me to do, I have done."

Although the method is a bit violent, it would definitely be considered unqualified treatment in modern times, but it is too ridiculous to talk about human rights and spirituality at this time.

It's nothing more than venting emotions, and it's over when the venting is over.

Yan's tone didn't have any meaning of meekness and respect, which was not conducive to the establishment of authority, but Huber was very used to this attitude between him and Uro.The former is her long-standing psychological shadow, which is still spreading and has never been reduced in size; while the latter can be said to be kind to her, and basically it can no longer be regarded as a normal person to understand and recognize. It is necessary to entangle with him.

What's more, their words were taught by each other.

"I see."

Amber nodded, her eyes swept over Yan, and finally stayed on the calendar. When winter is over, it will be spring again. Spring means the birth of children, the need for more food, and the expansion of the population.

She has never seen such a rapid expansion, let alone experienced such an urgent acceleration. Fighting and survival have brought more difficulties.

Puzzles need to be solved.